Dread Poets Sobriety

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  • A Pale Night

    “And I looked; and I beheld a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.” -Revelations 6:8 Happy return friends to this stellar cellar of secular non-sequitur. In fact, I live on the ground floor. Though one supposes it could still be a basement walkout. Damn you,… Continue reading

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  • “Singing in the Pain”

    Welcome back fellow revelers, your readership is truly an honor! Trapped at home today with some relatively debilitating back pain at least I’m afforded an opportunity to babble incoherently. It should be mentioned that some prescription medication was imbibed such that my on again/ off again relationship with cogency may be due some general disruption.… Continue reading

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  • Fat-Earthers

    Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more… Personally, I’ve a general rule to try to avoid breaches of any kind. Data breach, breaches of faith, a breach in the hull of your 19th century Nantucket whaling vessel… none of those are good news and more than likely all three would end in your… Continue reading

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